First day of the semester today; first day of full time college for me in many years.
I am the eldest in all three of the classes I had today. Tomorrow remains to be seen, but I don't hold out much hope of being the youngest.
The classwork isn't going to be too bad, I think. I love my political science professor and I extra-soopah-doopah love my art professor 'cause he played Pink Floyd whilst we were warming up for class this morning. Math...meh. Ho-hum.
I'm formulating plans for mid-term and extra credit papers already.
I've been branded 'that hot hipster cougar chick' by boys who looked to be fresh out of training pants. Whatev, schweethearts. I'd take you seriously if you had a need to shave your faces...but as you don't, I'll just smile and pretend I didn't hear you.
Now I have to go shampoo doggie diarrhea out of the carpet upstairs. Thank you, Ruby.
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I'm the second oldest in my medic class.
And the oldest is a creepy dude who no one looks in the eye, soooo... yeah. I feel your pain.
That being said, I love ya. Have fun with the doggie diarrhea, I've been there.
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